Chapter 415 - 397: Miss Simpson, when do you think I and Alexander should get married?

"Lucas Hughes, you are truly an animal, worse than pigs and dogs! How could there be such a heartless creature like you in this world! Get away from me!"

"I tell you, if you dare lay a finger on me today, I absolutely won’t let you off. Even if I die and become a ghost, I will still not let you off!"

Chloe Simpson fiercely resisted while shouting angrily.

During this time, Lucas Hughes had already firmly tied her hands with a belt.

"Hahaha, become a ghost, eh? Chloe, do you believe in ghosts? Do you think there are ghosts in this world? Huh? Besides, if you can’t resist when you’re alive, will you be able to resist as a ghost?"

"If it weren’t for chasing you back then, if it weren’t for your aloofness, I wouldn’t have thought of hiring a few thugs to assault you and then play the hero saving the damsel in distress."

"If I hadn’t played the hero, my erectile tissue wouldn’t have been injured, and I wouldn’t have failed to be a normal man for all these years."

"You made me suffer for so many years, endure torment day after day, and turned me into a drunken gambler."

"Hmph, I tell you, I wouldn’t even let you go in my dreams! Alive, you must suffer under me; dead, as a ghost, I’ll still torment you!"

After saying that, Lucas Hughes hesitated no longer, and tore off Chloe Simpson’s clothes completely.

Chloe Simpson’s hands were tightly bound by the belt, leaving her no room for resistance.

She screamed until her throat was hoarse, even tore her throat, yet still to no avail.

Even when she was so powerless that all she could do was scream for help.

Yet, ultimately, no one came to save her.

Lucas Hughes played music extremely loudly, very upbeat songs.

All of Chloe Simpson’s cries were drowned out by the excited rhythm of the song, and Lucas Hughes’s ravaging actions.

At this moment, Chloe Simpson indeed wished for death.

There was only one word left in her mind.

Death.

She could not bear the humiliation and the painful insults against her body.

Finally, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and wanted to bite off her own tongue.

But at that moment, a bone-chilling coldness swept over her from head to toe.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

The memories were so painful, in front of her were still the scenes of Lucas Hughes torturing her, yet around her had changed into a pitch-black dungeon.

Her whole body was already soaked. She was lying on the ground, surrounded by ice blocks.

Chloe Simpson felt a huge shock, reaching out and pinching her leg hard.

The pain was just as tearing, exactly like in the dream.

In a moment of joyful relief, she suddenly fell back into confusion.

But felt that everything just now was a dream.

At this point, suddenly a deep and raspy male voice came from beside her.

Moreover, this voice was obviously altered by some software.

"Miss Simpson, you must be confused now, wondering if you are dreaming? I can clearly tell you, everything you saw just now with Lucas Hughes was a dream."

"Now you have awakened from the dream. How was it? Was that dream real enough, painful enough? Don’t ask me how I did it, I won’t tell you."

"You just need to know one thing, I invited you here to collaborate well with you. However, my way of collaboration might be a bit special."

The entire basement was empty, with only the light above constantly flickering.

"Who are you? What exactly do you want to do?"

Chloe Simpson, still in shock from that shocking dream, looked around dimly, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.

Until she saw a 360-degree camera placed in a dark corner of the basement ceiling.

The man’s deep raspy voice came again: "Miss Simpson, you really are clever, even under such psychological torment, you quickly calmed down enough to spot this camera in such a short time. Looks like I have indeed found the right person. Miss Simpson, I am really satisfied with you."

"Hmph, too bad I am not satisfied with you. You want to collaborate in such a way, why do you think I would ever cooperate with you?"

Chloe Simpson clenched her fists, her mind filled with those torturous scenes in the dream.

"Miss Simpson, you misunderstood me, I only wanted to show you my capabilities. You say I can make someone suffer so much from nothing, isn’t that enough to demonstrate my strength?"

"After all, our common enemy is the prestigious Johnson Family and Wilson Family. If I had no strength, how could I contend with them?"

The man continued speaking calmly.

Chloe Simpson scoffed: "Is that so? Do you think just a nightmare proves you have the strength to contend with them? Ridiculous, you think I am a three-year-old kid? So easy to placate!"

"Of course not, Miss Simpson, this dream was only an appetizer I offered you, the real show is yet to come. Someone!"

The man chuckled lightly, his tone still indifferent and assured.

Soon, the basement door opened, and a young bodyguard around twenty years old, dressed in a black suit, walked in.

He appeared to be the subordinate of the man in the video.

The bodyguard was very respectful, handing an envelope to Chloe Simpson with both hands.

Chloe Simpson frowned slightly, and opened the envelope.

When a striking photograph came into view.

Chloe Simpson’s hand holding the envelope abruptly relaxed, the envelope along with all the documents inside scattered on the floor with a slap.

They spread out, each word seemed like a nail puncturing Chloe Simpson’s heart.

"How is it? Miss Simpson, does this envelope sufficiently display my capabilities?"

While in a daze, the man’s voice came over again.

Chloe Simpson sneered: "Huh, just a mere document proves nothing. If you truly have such capabilities, you wouldn’t be hiding behind the scenes afraid to show your face."

"Even altering your voice, clearly you’re afraid the Johnson Family and Wilson Family will learn your real identity. How can I trust you?"

The man continued steadily: "Miss Simpson, I never thought that just today you would trust me for no reason. These are only my introductory gifts for you today."

"Oh, by the way, I have another great gift for you. After you receive it, you can consider whether to cooperate with me."

"Besides, haven’t you always suspected my capabilities? Perfect, you can truly witness my strength firsthand. Someone, send Miss Simpson back!"

After speaking, the man ordered his men to release Chloe Simpson.

"..."

Chloe Simpson was truly unexpected, just so easily, the man released her.

And even prepared very fine clothes for her and sent her back.

Fearing suspicion from the Johnson Family, the driver only delivered her halfway and left.

Before leaving, he said: "Miss Simpson, the master’s grand gift is on its way; you’ll see it once you return to the Johnson Family."

On the way, Chloe Simpson kept pondering what the grand gift might be.

When she returned to the Johnson Family, seeing Selene Wilson surrounded by people in the living room.

Her heartbeat seemed to stop at that moment.

She saw Selene Wilson sitting in a wheelchair, Old Sir of Johnson Family Soren Johnson, Alexander Johnson, Gabriella Dyer, Liam Johnson, and a group of servants gathered around her.

Soren Johnson was the first to speak: "Child, you’ve suffered, rest assured. You were hurt on the way to find Alexander. No matter what, our Johnson Family will be accountable till the end. Moreover, you were always the granddaughter-in-law I approved, before, now, and in the future."

Soren Johnson spoke each word powerfully.

Liam Johnson and Gabriella Dyer also spoke in turn.

"Selene, grandfather is right, by all means, you are my daughter-in-law."

"Selene, from today onwards you live at the Johnson Family, this is your home. As for marrying Alexander, marry whenever you want."

"Father!" Liam Johnson couldn’t help but interrupt when he heard this.

Soren Johnson ignored Alexander Johnson, continuing to address Selene Wilson: "Indeed, child, Liam speaks rightly, marry whenever you wish. Even now, right this instant, I’ll have Alexander register with you immediately."

Once Old Sir spoke, the entire living room fell silent, everyone focused on Selene Wilson, waiting for her response.

Unexpectedly, Selene Wilson directed her gaze at Chloe Simpson standing at the door.

"Miss Simpson, when do you think I should marry Alexander?"